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Standing in front of a vanity mirror set on a dresser was a dashing fellow, or at least he considered himself dashing. He was a Turf Tiger with a mask straddling half of his face. One hollow black eye on the mask was narrowed and a frown stretched across the mask's features, but on the other side the feline was smiling and his amber eye seemed bright and full. He was adjusting his jacket and making sure that his fur was looking prim and proper and he seemed to be happy enough, but as he continued on, the frown on the mask deepened and a small twitch touched the other side. With a sigh, he finally let go of the smile and the frown on his mask was mimicked on his regular features. He brought golden claws through his hair and grumbled as he reached over to grab his compact and look into the screen. His eyes both narrowed at once and he stared hard at the screen as if it were somehow about to bite him and when he finished examining it he sighed and set it back down. Today Toyle had an interview, and he suspected foul play.

Toyle had been sent a message the other day. The message in question had been an invite out and about with a certain celebrity for an interview; a ripe opportunity on most occasions. It had been sent by none other than the famous fashion model Jasmaby. The reason for his suspicion was he had already established what he thought to have been a rocky relationship by trying to capture candid pictures of his girlfriend by the name of Charthur. The last time he had managed to snag a picture, it had been while out with a friend and both of them had been caught only after he had been convinced to destroy the camera. If he hadn't wasted time with actually going through with breaking the camera and ruining that photo op then maybe he would have had fashion publications squirming beneath his talons, but his heart had gotten in the way of that. Jasmaby had thanked him that day, but Toyle was still suspicious of this sudden invite.

With a sigh, he reached over to grab his compact again and he checked the time. It was early enough that he could leave and find himself arriving around a comfortable slot, but not so early that he would be arriving at obnoxious hours. Toyle tapped out a quick message to let Jasmaby know that he was on his way before he slipped the compact through the pocket of his jacket. He then stretched and braced himself for the day before walking out of his room. If Jasmaby had any pranks prepared for him or anything that might do him any harm, then it would be worth it so long as he could get himself a prime interview with a star.

The day out in Dewclaw was a fine one. A few white clouds puffed about slowly in the sky, but for the most part, it was clear and the sun shined brightly. Toyle kept a smile planted on both his face and his mask as he made his way to Jasmaby's place. In his mind, he kept reminding himself that everything was going to go fine and that in no way this was going to end with his suffering. There shouldn't be a reason for Jasmaby to tease or bother him since they had left on somewhat good terms. Those thoughts were good, they were nice; they were also helping blot out the cynicism buzzing at the back of his head. Even though he was smiling, he couldn't quite get the twitch out of his tail that sent the golden serpent at the end of it flicking back and forth.

Since the sun was out in full and the skies were clear, there were plenty of people wandering about the stone step streets. Even from where he was he could hear the hum and drum of the market somewhere off in the distance. There were stores and stalls of all sorts all over Dewclaw even outside of the major markets. It was just part of living in a city known for trade and black market goods. He walked by a few stands and kiosks looking to sell their goods, but he ignored them and kept on going since he had other things to consider.

It wasn't a long walk, and soon he was coming up to Jasmaby's home. Standing just outside of the door was the star himself. Jasmaby was a Thistle Tiger standing tall with a flower on his head that was colored yellow and orange like flickering flames. His fur was a russet brown with white frosted paws. Today it seemed that the fashionista was going for something simple with a short white dress that hugged around his thighs with golden lines around the hem. While extremely beautiful and fashionable, a dangerous looking smirk played across the features of the feline as he saw Toyle approaching. Of course, Toyle kept smiling and continued to remind himself that today was a professional day. There was nothing to worry about.

Just a few steps away and Jasmaby brought a paw up to wave daintily, "Why, aren't you just so fashionably early. I know you said you were coming, but even I didn't think you were such a punctuous feline."

Toyle kept his smile and kept himself composed, "Punctuality is important in showbiz and in any biz really."

"Don't I know it darling! Now. Since you're here for an interview with moi, I think that we should be getting down straight to work, right?"

The masked feline's composure had been broken for a moment as he blinked and surprise crossed his features, smile fading for just a moment in favor of a confused line, "I...I suppose that would be right. Then, I guess I should start asking you some questions right?"

Jasmaby raised a brow and then crossed his arms, "Hmmm, I suppose if that is to your specification then we'll make those part of the planned altercations. For now, I say we take this little inter-date and take it to the clothing stores."

"Uh, come again?"

A smirk grew on the Thistle Tiger's features as he explained, "We're going shopping for some fashion to see what's worth it or not and you'll be helping me, oh and here." Toyle rubbed the back of his head and then jolted forward to catch a camera that Jasmaby had tossed him from his purse, "This'll be important for the interview."

Pictures! Toyle hadn't thought of that. If he had pictures to go along for the interview then it would certainly go better than without, especially since it was a fashion model he was interviewing of all things. Excitement pressed against his heart as he realized that Jasmaby might actually be serious. There was no trap here surely there wasn't! Shopping with a fashionista and being able to capture him in his natural habitat while asking him questions, this would be perfect for his own career.

While Toyle toyed through his thoughts, Jasmaby was already walking past him, tail flicking the back of Toyle's head as he called, "Come along! Time is cash and whatever else it is that people say."

Drawn out of his thoughts, Toyle turned around with mouth open ready to answer when he noticed that Jasmaby was standing there with tail lifted to reveal that he was wearing no underwear beneath the dress. Jasmaby's eyes were narrowed in a sultry manner as he looked back at Toyle with some sort of expectation glinting in those eyes. Toyle fumbled with the camera and gulped as he made a few adjustments and snapped two photos, one of the pose and the other of the undershot. Was this part of the interview or was this Jasmaby giving him prime material? Or maybe something else? Either way, he let his instincts drive him and it seemed that he had been correct.

After the pictures had been taken a coy smile played across the thistle tiger's mouth and he turned back around to start walking again with tail lowered and dress covering what had been revealed. While there might not be a prank, there was certainly something different about this interview. No sense in questioning it, and so Toyle followed along with bulge against his shorts and his heart thumping wildly against his chest.

Despite how things had gone at first, Toyle had still not expected this type of interview, or whatever was happening. Their walk through Dewclaw had gone more like a photoshoot than anything else. Jasmaby often stopped and posed and he snapped a few pictures on instinct which seemed to earn him a smile and some sort of nod of approval from the Thistle Tiger. There were moments where he would be taken through crowds fat with people and suddenly Jasmaby would present him with some form of photo-opportunity and he figured he might as well take it. He continued snapping pictures to get the best angle he could despite whatever situation they might have been in. It didn't leave much room for any questions or any actual interviewing. Somewhere down the line, he wondered what in the world type of interview was this?

Jasmaby had said they were going shopping, but even that didn't make any sense! Worst of all was the fact that they continued looping through different places full of people making it difficult for him to catch any proper pictures. He made sure to get the best that he could even through the crowd despite it meaning that he was forgoing his questions. Another thing making it difficult to ask any questions was the fact that Jasmaby seemed intent on pushing ahead. Somehow the fashionista was able to glide through the crowd without trouble and without anyone bumping into them. It was almost as if Jasmaby was parting the sea of people with some sort of inborn magic. While he did appreciate the sort of beauty and grace involved, it was making his task much more difficult than he had initially estimated.

After about half an hour or so they made it to the store that Jasmaby deemed appropriate for their interview, which, as he thought of it sounded more strange by the second. With a quirked brow, he stepped through the doors of the store along with Jasmaby and asked, "So, why are we here for an interview? Not much sense in me asking questions here?"

Jasmaby gave him a funny look again but shrugged and replied while moving to check through the racks, "Well, darling. I figure that I should be in something different while we take these pictures and answer these questions. I could just fish through my own wardrobe, but I figure trying on something from a smaller store and promoting it might be a kindly bit of promotion." He then pulled a few pieces from the rack without so much as a second thought and set them over his shoulders, "Come come. I've already gotten the necessary permission from the owner of the store for a little shootout and roll."

"Uh, come again?"

Jasmaby blinked and looked down at Toyle with a crooked frown on his features, "Do you want this job or not? Photographers aren't so hard to come by, but I want quality on the go just in case I need an outdoor shoot or something more candid, more voyeur if you will. I figured I'd give you the chance of night and day and so here we are."

For a moment, Toyle remained quiet as he mulled over and around the idea that his assumptions had been entirely wrong. It hadn't been a call to interview Jasmaby, but rather to interview him for a job. In fact, it wasn't even an interview but more of a trial run!

With that knowledge, he looked down at the camera and then back at Jasmaby before speaking, "Right! Well, I mean, I've been getting plenty of good pictures on the way here. Just didn't expect a photoshoot in a store of all places. Right uh, should I know anything before we begin?"

Jasmaby stared at him for a few seconds before a playful smile tugged at the side of his mouth, "I suppose if you should know, this will be a little bit of practice for publications that are a little bit more, erotically told. Now, if you're done with these silly questions, let's get started."

The thistle tiger sauntered off toward the changing room leaving Toyle to think. First, he hadn't expected to be taking a test to see if he could work the camera well, and second, he hadn't expected a nude shoot, but getting this job would most definitely put him in a good position to further his own desires of fame. Urging him on was a sort of professional instinct that carried him in his career and as well a sort of desire to meet this challenge. With a big smirk he followed the model determined to get exactly what Jasmaby desired.

Toyle had to work with what he had, and that too was probably part of this test. The lighting was wrong, the camera was a small digital thing where he could scroll through the previous images but it didn't have that many settings to use, not only that, but they were in a cramped space in the changing room. Even considering all of that, Jasmaby looked stunning. The fashion star took his time stripping from his dress. He let the straps fall from his shoulders first and paused for just moment to give Toyle a languid look. Toyle snapped pictures through the process rather than just one moment or the other and ignored the personal passion broiling inside of him as he watched Jasmaby continue stripping down to nothing. Staying professional became harder and harder as time went on, as Jasmaby's poses continued to grow a bit bolder, and as his own desires began to boil over.

Before he knew it, Jasmaby was getting back into his original dress. Toyle could still feel his cock pressing firmly against his shorts, but he ignored it in favor of asking, "Did you want to see the pictures?"

The camera was taken from his claws as Jasmaby replied, "Of course. That is the whole point of this little show and tell."

Toyle watched as the Thistle Tiger flicked through the images on the camera. Jasmaby's mouth was frozen in a small line and his eyes were half-lidded and devoid of any emotion. He simply continued to flick through each picture, stopping a few times but still never making any reaction before continuing on. Eventually, Jasmaby closed his eyes and clucked his tongue. He hummed for just a moment and then looked off to the side away from Toyle. Toyle himself was leaned forward with tail twitching from side to side and a nervous frown on both his own mouth and his mask's mouth.

Just when he thought that Jasmaby might tell him that his work was no good, a wide smile stretched across the fashion model's face as he turned toward Toyle, "I think these pictures are ade-quality for the set. I think this means you're hired, and if you're so inclined, I think we can take care of your problem."

Excitement bound through the masked Turf Tiger before he felt heat wash over his cheeks as he realized what Jasmaby meant, "Well, I don't really make a habit of toying around on the job unless it's for a reason y'know? Views and what not. I mean, we're not done with the interview are we?"

Jasmaby reached to grab his chin and his head was tipped so their eyes were meeting, "Please, you've passed already so you can put down the act. You're practically bursting out of those shorts of yours there, so let's end this little interview of ours and seal this deal with something fun."

Toyle cleared his throat, "So I'm guessing that means I'm free to say that I absolutely wanna rock your world with my cock?"

Claws flickered out of the digits on his chin and he froze as he felt them press, "You can be as vulgar and ferocious as you want, but know that I am in charge always. Normally I charge for these things, but we're not recording and I do think you deserve a reward. Most impotently is that you do not disappoint or do not disobey since you are now mine to do with as I please."

A response crossed Toyle's mind. Something haughty, something that would get him in trouble. He had just finished with an interview for a job and technically his boss was standing right here in front of him, but they were also off of the clock. What professionalism he had before began to fade away and that haughty response started to burn into something a bit more crude and he reached up to grip the fashion model's wrist.

Jasmaby looked down at the digits around his wrist and Toyle spoke with a sneer, "On the clock, don't expect me to disappoint or even think about disobeying because I know what my job is and how to do it right. I'll do whatever needs to be done for views, for fame, and to climb up, but off of the clock I don't have to even give a lick of respect to you."

Toyle had thought that his words would wipe the smile from Jasmaby's face, but instead, that small smirk stretched out into a grin. His eyes narrowed and Jasmaby leaned in closer with Toyle's digits still around his wrist as he answered Toyle's challenge in kind, "Now that is quite the response. If you didn't have no bite then your bark would be just as boring, but just because I like what you're producing, doesn't mean that I won't absolutely beat you down."

Even with that threat, Toyle felt confidence surging through him until he suddenly found that his world was turning upside down. His eyes were looking at the fine carpet of the store floor for just one moment before everything sped by and his back connected with the far wall of the changing room. It took a few seconds for Toyle to reorient himself, but he was soon sitting in the changing room while trying to stop the spinning in his head. When Jasmaby approached with that stupid grin he hissed and was about to say something before a foot struck the wall next to his head with a dangerous crack.

"I remember letting you have your fun at one point in our little knowing of one another, but taking that into account I can't just let you think that I'll take anything lying down. I had a stake in making you feel better at that point, but now that I'm your boss, I'd like to show you that I'm in charge."

Toyle jolted forward with a hot remark on his mouth, but his eyes trailed to the crack in the wall next to him and he gulped and decided against it. When what little rebellion he had put up died, Jasmaby took the opportunity take his foot off of the wall and move to grip and tug Toyle's shorts down enough to let his barbed cock out into the air. Toyle gasped as his shaft was suddenly clutched in a tight grip. The fashion star that had been threatening him just a few moments ago, was now straddling his lap, one paw on his cock, and the other paw lifting up his skirt to reveal his pussy beneath. Toyle shivered and tried to thrust but paused as he felt Jasmaby's digits tighten on his cock. He watched as the Thistle Tiger slowly edged the tip inside of himself and gasped as Jasmy dragged himself all the way down.

Soon, the sound of thighs slapping against hips began to echo through the small changing room as Jasmaby's hips moved up and down. Toyle tried to thrust, but his body was pinned in place and Jasmaby was moving far too quickly for him to react. Every bounce was another fresh bit of pleasure coursing through his body and he began to huff and let out little moans in response to Jasmaby's treatment. Just when he lowered his guard fully, felt digits begin to grip around his neck.

Jasmaby's voice followed the squeezing at his neck, "I heard from some reliable sources that you're one to enjoy this sort of treatment, which is perfect because I need to get some things narrow and straight betwixt the two of us. Of course if this is too much for you, you could tap out."

Toyle felt panic rising through his body as Jasmaby's digits closed in harder against his neck making it just that bit harder to breathe and even harder to try and pump out a response. He could feel his cock twitching faster in morbid delight from the sudden violent switch in tone and the heat in his body was rising along with his curiosity.

What choked out words he could cough out were unintelligible and Jasmaby only smirked as Toyle only watched her with wide eyes that slowly began to grow misty with the lack of breath, "Ah, since you've nothing to say, I'll begin." The tightening on his neck pressed down hard enough to make his entire body ache in a sudden motion as the fashion star riding his cock snarled, "I understand quite easily and quite fashionably that you're in the business so to speak and that you seek to further your own little presence, but the discomfort you bring my lover is not what I want to see. You made it clear many times that you would not stop." And then, everything began to soften and he could breath, his body shivering beneath the gaze of the feline whose snarls turned to little purs, "And yet, I saw you destroy that camera that had the perfect picture of my camera shy dearest darling. Now...Now I will help you further your little rise in our business but only because I am now your boss. You live to please me, you live to make me look good. Keep any side project you have so long as you can keep on serving me and maybe I'll make it worth your while."

Toyle could only nod as he leaned back against the wall while his cock continued to twitch and throb inside of those wet inner walls which squeezed and milked his member. Maybe it was finally his turn to respond, to say something that would maybe get him in a better position, but he found that he was entirely at the mercy of the other feline as his body enjoyed the abuse that he had just taken, and certainly enjoyed the feeling of being inside of his cunt.

Jasmaby could see this display of submission clearly and his tirade continued, "Now...I see that you're already warming up so nicely to me, so I won't say much more, but least to say...Never take a picture of Charthur without her permission or mine ever. If filming near her and she looks uncomfortable, those cameras better be in another direction. If that is understood...Then let us finish this interview."

A gasp came from Toyle's mouth as he felt fangs press down hard onto his neck. Fangs replaced the digits around his neck and pressed hard enough to draw a warm trickle of blood that trailed down his shoulder and through his fur. His toes were curling in and his claws were dragging against the rug near him as he felt his orgasm nearing. The threat, the abuse, the constant pounding of Jasmaby's body cracking down on his like a hammer on metal all brought him closer and closer until he gasped aloud and felt a lancing heat shoot through his shaft. At this point, Jasmaby bit down harder drawing just a bit more blood while keeping his hips firmly planted down to receive every drop of Toyle's cum.

Jasmaby rose, ignoring the warm seed dripping down his thighs and he looked down at the spent feline with a grin, red staining his fangs, "Well, seems like we've reached an undergreement and what's more I think we'll be having a wonderful working relationship. I'll call you when I need you and let you know when the next shoot is, oh and of course we can work out terms for proper equipment. Clean up here won't you?"

With a turn and a flick of the tail, the fashion model began walking away leaving Toyle to sit there with his half-limp cock twitching and still dripping with excess cum and pre. He got himself up slowly and touched his neck, shivering as he tried to compose himself. He'd have to find some way to get back at Jasmaby, or maybe some way to antagonize him again. Shivering, he slowly began to clean up while wondering what type of equipment he needed.